The Lost Daughter of the King of Monster

Episode 3 - The Creature

The static in my ear became more pronounced, in a way that bothered me. I frowned, unable to maintain a neutral expression with the sound bothering me. Out of nowhere, I felt a chill run down my spine, and at that precise moment, the static stopped. I gripped the branch where I was holding it tightly, realizing that the discomfort was making me want to give way. I looked down, and those below me were watching me and trying to figure out how to get me down, but they didn't seem to have heard the same sound.

"Damn it, get down from there!" one of the boys said.

"Luck, stop yelling, for God's sake," one of the girls said quietly.

Luck Whitmore, the main person causing the huge scene because he was the "victim." The i***t I ratted out. The imbecile who always thought he could do whatever he wanted just because his family had money. The typical spoiled, attractive kid who didn't make any effort and had his life secured. Thinking about that, about everything he was able to have so easily and what it has cost me, and that he is here, bullying and harassing me because he was punished for doing something wrong, made me feel a rage that I don't remember ever feeling again. I frowned un conscientiously, my face contorted in anger, and it seemed they noticed.

"What's wrong, princess? Are you tired already?" said that imbecile, Luck.

"If you think you're so great, put me down yourself, dickhead."

His face showed surprise for a moment, while the others looked shocked, but immediately began to make fun of him.

"The little princess has a big mouth," said one of his friends.

"Shut your f*****g mouth!" Luck yelled back.

He looked at me with disdain, clenched his fists, and quickly began approaching the tree where I was standing. He started pushing it furiously. Then he began kicking it, and when he saw that wasn't doing much damage, he started trying to climb it. To my dismay, every time he slipped, he seemed to find a way to climb a little higher. I was starting to get scared when I finally saw that he was putting together a good climbing plan to get to where I was, so I moved quickly, stood up on the branch I was on, and stretched to reach the branch above, but he managed to grab my foot by leaping high after grabbing onto a branch. He pulled me down, and I fell hard on my back.

I turned around a little, feeling the pain from this fall and the previous blow taking its toll.

"Damn," was all I could manage to say before he grabbed my face roughly, forcing me to look at him. Luck stared at me with eyes full of desire, rage, and satisfaction.

"Look me in the face, you w***e. This is the face of the man who is about to ruin your life"

I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away, I wanted to keep fighting, I wanted to find another place to hide, but I didn't feel I had the strength left. Even so, I tried; I started throwing punches and flailing my arms. I tried to push him away as much as possible, but I barely touched him.

"Damn it, get away from me!" I managed to yell as I punched him so hard in the face that his head snapped slightly to the side.

The moment his head turned, I saw something behind him. In the middle of the trees, a tall, bulky figure seemed to have spikes or something strange on its body. It wasn't human, it wasn't a demon, it was simply something otherworldly. A terrifying creature with glowing red eyes. His eyes locked on mine, we stared for a second, and I felt something inside me stir. In that instant, I tried to move, tried to do something, tried to back away and break free from the i***t's grip. His eyes weren’t just red—they burned like memories I didn’t know I had. Now this wasn't about him, it was about that. Now this was fighting for my life, for my soul. Suddenly, a smaller figure, about the size of a human, began to move behind me. But by the time I looked over, Luck was already pressing his hand too hard against my neck, causing me to faint before I could react and understand what was happening.

I had a slight feeling that something or someone was dragging me; my whole body felt like it was being pulled along the ground. But it could only be a dream... Or I was already dead.

I woke with a start. I was in my apartment bed, all the lights off. I was alive. I was okay. I looked around, searching everywhere for something, a sign. On the desk chair next to the bed was still the rock they had thrown. I bent down and picked it up. It was real, it was cold.

"It was all real," came out of my mouth in a soft whisper that only I could hear, but it was enough. My laptop was on the desk, with a small c***k, indicating that every time I fell on my backpack it had been damaged. I looked down; my clothes were completely clean. That was the only strange thing—I'd been dragged all over the woods. It didn't make any sense. The floor smelled faintly of pine, as if the forest had followed me home.

I left my room cautiously, slowly. I peeked out the door first, and everything was in order, all normal. I went out into the small living room of my apartment, and my backpack was on the sofa. I opened it, and it was empty; the only thing inside was my flashlight. How strange... I'd packed some snacks when I left, just in case I had to spend the night in the woods. Suddenly, the light flickered on, and I let out a loud scream. I whirled around, grabbing the first thing I could find and pointing it at the door. What I saw in front of me was my aunt, her face etched with disappointment.

"Now what, did I scare you?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed and lowered the spoon I'd grabbed to defend myself.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Uh-huh," she said, and walked into the house as if it were her own.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone not hostile, but not exactly thrilled that she was there either.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me seriously. "Can't I come see my daughter?"

"What are you doing here, Mother?"

"You know that even though I'm your aunt, I raised you, you could at least respect me, silly girl," she said, placing some bags on the counter.

"Yes, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes, but with a small feeling of calm in my chest.

She sat down at the breakfast nook and didn't turn to look at me; she was just staring at the bags with a kind of melancholy and secrecy that made me nervous. I approached her, my expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.